Just as she had before, Wanda could get a faint sense of the demon as it grew close. She wasn't always able to. It came and went, and she could only assume it was the mixture of magics that had created it.
Sitting with the boys, doing her best to keep them occupied, Wanda turned her attention toward the door. "Stay here," she warned the twins, gently but most certainly sternly. Closing the apartment door behind her, Wanda placed a handful of protective wards and spells against it mostly to keep the boys inside. Escape was possible, if necessary, but she was hoping it wouldn't come to it.
The red magic disappeared just as America came running with the demon behind her. As it began tearing into her leg, Wanda was quick to respond. Two red bolts of energy shot forward crashing into the floor to send the demon backward. Putting space between it and America was needed.
The demon let out an angry cry, clearly annoyed at being separated from its prey, before being sent flying back again with another energy bolt to the floor. If she couldn't hit it, Wanda was going to put space between it and them.
Her fingers curled and bent as she worked through a spell, soft music filling the hallway as suggested by Nancy just hours earlier.
Wanda was cautious when she approached America, offering a soft smile and a soothing hand on her shoulder as she took in her injury. "Will you come with me, America? Please, I know you -- the boys are there. They will keep you safe."